Monday, October 18, 2010



Delta Wolf 3

Stormy Glenn & Joyee Flynn

When a human psychic saves his life, Constantine Stylianos can't stop thinking about the little man, even when Owen leaves, ignoring the bond that they have together. Deciding he needs a change or he will never have the life he wants, Constantine opts to move to the Delta Pack.
Before he can get there, Constantine receives a call for help. An illegal hunt has been ordered, and someone needs his protection. When he arrives, he discovers that the man that saved Christian is the same man that saved him and both men are his mates.

But someone is out to kill Christian, Owen has emotional demons that prevent him from fully accepting the mating bond between the three of them, and Constantine has to use all of his abilities to save them. If fate chooses mates destined to be together, Constantine can't help but wonder why so many obstacles are thrown in the way of them all being together?


Constantine was filled with grief as he watched the beautiful man walk away from him. How could he not remember being with Owen? Yes, Constantine had always been attracted to men, but he’d never given into that need, always dating women instead. But something about Owen drew Constantine in. He was saddened when Owen didn’t hear his thoughts and come back.
He really had hoped Owen was one of his mates. He knew he felt a pull to Owen, a strong one. He truly thought Owen was his mate until the man continued to walk away from him. Owen didn’t hear him. Constantine’s mate would have.
Constantine couldn’t remember anything about the night before except an angel saving him. Oh, the taste of that angel was heaven, completely addictive. He hoped that angel was Owen, but now after what had happened this morning, he assumed it was his brain’s way of making sense of last night. It was a shame. He would have loved to spend the rest of his life with that angel.
“All right, let’s get you to your car so you can come home,” his mother, Connie, said, wrapping an arm around him.
Constantine was trying to hide how pissed he was at his mother. He couldn’t stand how she acted about people being gay. Constantine knew early on that he was gay but had never acted on it because of his mother’s feelings.
He’d always hoped that fate would be kind and mate him to men so Constantine could say it was fate and not have to explain that he preferred men. But being his pack’s Delta, and son of the Alpha, his job was to find two women mates and produce a houseful of cubs.
Sure, Constantine thought of children, he liked the idea of having children. He just couldn’t get his mind around having them with a woman. He’d date from time to time, the occasional hook up, but he’d have to take the woman from behind. It was the only way he could pretend it was a man and get hard.
Constantine stared out the window of the car, not saying a word other than to direct his mother to where he’d left his car. He had talked to his parents about the Delta pack before going to investigate Alpha Rodrick. His parents were very forceful in their negative response. They didn’t want him away from his family. To top it off, they had heard that the Deltas who were already in the pack were gay. They were having none of that.
When Constantine saw the small six-man pack for himself, he was filled with joy over how they treated each other. They loved their mates and were diverse. They had no qualms with others, were rebuilding the town, and were living their lives. They all seemed really happy.
Constantine had wanted to stay right then and there, but he knew he had to finish finding out about Rodrick. That man had given him the creeps from the moment Constantine met him. Somehow, Constantine was able to mask his Delta scent. He’d always been able to. Not really knowing how, Constantine found it helped him with special assignments, like infiltrating Rodrick’s group of mercenaries. Rodrick was already sentenced to death, and his execution would be carried out soon, if not already. Constantine was glad of that at least.
He still needed to get in contact with Sebastian to tell him what he’d found out about Owen. Constantine didn’t think it wise to report his findings to the council. There was no telling what they would do if they knew of a real physic human, one who knew what they were at that.
The drive back to Indiana wasn’t so bad, even if it did take a few hours, but it did give him time to think about Owen. Constantine knew he’d regret how he’d hurt the beautiful, little man for the rest of his life.
Even worse, he’d never even thanked him. Owen saved his life and sacrificed a lot, only to get shit on by Constantine and his family. Constantine could blame it on shock all he wanted, but by the time he’d shaken off what had happened, he figured that maybe it would be best just to leave poor Owen alone.
What could he really say to make it better? Sorry I don’t remember us fucking? Ignore my mother. She’s a jerk. And, yes, I’m really gay? Owen hadn’t heard Constantine trying to talk to him through his minds. They couldn’t be mates, and he still couldn’t have been with Owen then, so leaving Owen alone was the best for both of them. Really.
Constantine wiped away the tears that fell down his cheeks. He could do nothing about it now. It was over. He needed to forget the whole situation and move on. Right now, he had to face the issue at hand. Having to face his parents to tell them he had decided to move to the Delta pack was going to be hell.
Instead of heading straight home, Constantine pulled up in his parents’ driveway to get it over with. He could see lights on inside the house and knew his parents were waiting for him to arrive home and call, so he was surprised when his father walked out of the house.
“Son, how are you feeling?” his father asked when he walked over to meet him. “Your mother told me there was some issues that occurred, things we would never discuss, but I worry you might need to talk?”
“I do, Dad,” he said, frowning at what his mother had told his father, just typical of her. “But not about what happened. I wanted to talk to you about the Delta pack.”
“Absolutely not,” his father said sternly. He waved his hand in the air as if dismissing the whole thing. That seemed to happen a lot in Constantine’s family. “We’ve already discussed it and decided against it.”
“No, you and Mom decided against it,” Constantine said, all hopes of this being civil gone. “I visited there on my last assignment, and I’ve come to a decision. I have decided that I will—”
“I forbid it,” his father growled, cutting Constantine off.
Constantine rolled his eyes when he saw his mother coming out of the house to join them. Just fucking perfect! Maybe they should call the local news station so everyone could see this family dispute.
“I am your father and Alpha. I forbid it.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Constantine said quietly, not willing to yell and scream about this. “I’m thirty-three years old, Father. I’m an adult, and more than that, the mandate from the council said it’s each Delta’s choice where we live. I don’t have to be released from my current packs if I decide to move. It’s completely up to me. I came to discuss this with you like an adult, but that’s not going to happen. So instead, I’m informing you of my decision.”
Constantine almost laughed at the shocked expressions on his parents’ faces when he walked back to his car and climbed in. He’d never talked to them like this before. He was their son, the middle of three, the obedient one, the one everyone ignored unless they needed help from him. And he always did whatever they needed because they were family.
But enough was enough. Constantine needed to start living his life the way he wanted, or he’d always be miserable. Well, more miserable than he already was, and that was pretty damn miserable. It was time he tried to live his own life and made his own decisions.


“You have to drink my blood,” Owen cried out in desperation as he held his wrist to the wounded man’s lips.
“I can’t,” the dying man groaned.
Owen knew the man’s name was Constantine, but he couldn’t tell the man how he knew it. There were just some things he couldn’t share with strangers.
“You have to. If you don’t, you’re going to die.” Owen had seen it in his vision. His vision confused him, but Owen knew Constantine needed to drink from him or he would die. No matter what else his vision told him, Owen couldn’t let that happen.
“Then I’ll die!” Constantine grunted.
“You don’t understand. I’m not in control of myself. If I bite you, I won’t be able to stop myself from…” The man looked away.
“From what?” The look Owen received from the blond-haired man was meaningful. He blushed, an image of the two of them pressed skin to skin flashing through his head, then continued. “Do what you have to do. You can’t die.”
“If you insist,” Constantine growled and rolled Owen over onto his back so fast that Owen barely had time to breath. Before Owen could blink, the man was ripping off all their clothes.
Owen hurried to help because he was afraid the man was going to die if he didn’t drink some blood soon. Constantine smashed his lips against Owen’s, demanding his submission. Owen gladly gave it, melting into the man’s hard, firm body.
“I’m not prepared,” Owen panted when Constantine grabbed his knees and shoved them to his chest.
“I’m sorry. I’ll try to be as gentle as I can.”
The man grunted as he started to push his hard cock into Owen’s ass. The man must have used his own spit for lube, but there hadn’t been any time to loosen Owen up. He cried out at the burning and the intense bite of pain when Constantine thrust in.
“I’m okay. It just burns,” he said when he realized that the man above him had froze when he cried out. “Keep going. It will fade as you move.”
Constantine seemed to take Owen at his word and moved his hips gently but quickly.
“My angel,” he whispered before kissing Owen again.
Owen wrapped his arms around the larger man’s neck and loved the feel of his massive body surrounding Owen. “Drink,” Owen said, submissively tilting his head and baring his neck to Constantine. “You need to drink. It’s okay, I understand.”
“Mine!” Growling loudly, Constantine started to thrust faster. “You’re mine now, no one else’s,” he said before sinking his canines deep into Owen’s throat.
Owen was still confused by the man’s words as he let out a cry at the slight pain, which rapdily turned into overwhelming pleasure. He came so hard that he thought the top of his cock might blow off from the pressure. Wave after wave of his climax hit him, each one directly related to each suck Constantine took of blood from his neck.
What the fuck did I get myself into?

Stormy Glenn
Fanning the Flames of Erotic Romance

Joyee Flynn
Sizzling the Pages of Romance


Stormy Glenn

Available Saturday, October 23rd

Nail polish, makeup, hair extensions, cute little skirts, a new life in a new city...what else is a guy to do when someone is trying to kill him?

Nicholas Rylander watched his best friend get murdered and now he's in a woman. He's had hair extensions put in, acrylic nails applied, and a custom bra fitted to give him breasts. He's even moved across the country and found an apartment as Nicky, a hot girl in a short skirt.

Nicky's only problem? He's met the man of his dreams and Seth thinks he's a girl. Telling Seth the truth could get them both killed but if he doesn't Nicky could lose the best thing that ever happened to him.


"Can I help you with that?"
Nicky jumped, dropping the box of books he held in his hands. It crashed to the ground, books spilling all over the ground. Nicky's hand fluttered at his neck as he looked into the deepest darkest chocolate brown eyes he'd ever seen.
"I'm sorry," the man said. "I didn't mean to scare you."
"No, that's okay. You just startled me." Nicky tried to give the man a smile but his heart raced a million miles a minute. He wasn't sure if it came from the man's sudden appearance or by the fact that the man was simply drop dead gorgeous.
Nicky squatted down and began piling books back into the box. He glanced over when the man did the same. He had a generous mouth, an aquiline nose. His handsome face kindled with a sort of passionate beauty. He was simply gorgeous.
"Calling Dr. Love?" the man mused as he looked at a book held in his hand. He reached for a few more books. "Teacher's Pet, Unnecessary Roughness, A Man's Best Friend," he said as he read the title on each book. "You seem to have a lot of books by G.A. Hauser. Is he any good?"
Nicky blanched, grabbing the books quickly out of the man's hand and shoving them into the box. "Yes," he whispered. "She is very good."
"She?" The man chuckled. "A woman writes these books?"
Nicky snickered at the surprised look on the man's face until he noticed him looking down at the covers, the very hot covers with sexy men displayed on them. Nicky felt his face flush. He grabbed the rest of books and piled them into the box.
"Yes, a woman writes these books." Nicky grabbed the box and stood to his feet. The man stood also making Nicky realize he was several inches taller but no so tall that Nicky couldn't see into his face easily.
"Thank you for your help," Nicky said as he scooted around the man. "If you'll excuse me, I have a lot more boxes to bring in."
"I'd be happy to help."
"No, thank you."
"Nonsense," the man said as he lifted a box into his arms and started following Nicky into his apartment. "What are neighbors for?"
Nicky had a few ideas but none of them would come to see the light of day. His present situation didn't allow him to get involved with anyone no matter how much he'd like to. Besides, Nicky doubted the man was truly interested in him.
"My name is Seth," the man said, "Seth Leighton."
"You'll like it here, Nicky" Seth said. "This is a good neighborhood, quiet. The people here are very friendly." The man chuckled. "Well, except for maybe Mrs. Ferguson. She lives down in 2B. You might want to stay away from her. She can get a mite riled on occasion."
Nicky nodded as if he understood a thing the man said. It wasn't like he would be getting involved with anyone, let alone Mrs. Ferguson in 2B. Nicky didn't have plans to get to know any of his neighbors, not even the sexy one standing before him. It just wasn't safe.
"You don't say much do you?" Seth asked. He shook his head a little. "I never met a woman that didn't talk your ear off."
Nicky flushed as he looked down at the faded denim shorts and simple white v-neck cotton shirt he wore. The pink nail polish on his toenails shined brightly on his flip flops. They matched the nail polish on his long acrylic fingernails.
Nicky knew the carefully applied makeup on his face and the sandy blond hair that fell in curly waves down his back only added to his disguise. He looked just like a woman. And didn't that suck?


Seth followed Nicky back out to the moving van. He couldn't keep his eyes of the soft curve of her ass. Seth bet if he grabbed her ass, it would fit perfectly into his hands. It was glorious, curved just right and showcased to perfection in her tight denim shorts.
Seth groaned and smacked himself in the head. What in the hell was he thinking? He couldn't be having fantasies about what Nicky's ass would look like naked. She was a woman. She was totally off limits.
Seth grabbed a box and quickly carried it inside of Nicky's apartment. He needed to get the hell out of there before he made a pass at the woman and confused himself even more. Wouldn't his mother be thrilled? He was attracted to a woman.
It didn't take Seth and Nicky more than twenty minutes to get the rest of her boxes inside. Seth set the last one down on the floor and glanced around the small one bedroom apartment. His was a two bedroom but it wasn't much bigger. Luckily, he lived alone and was able to use the second bedroom for an office.
"Well," he said as he started backing himself toward the door, "welcome to the neighborhood, Nicky. If you need anything, I'm down the hallway in 4C. I work from home most of the time so I'm usually around. Just knock on the door."
Nicky's smile was bright, vibrant, and seared Seth down to his soul.
"Thank you for all of your help, Seth." The soft lyrical sound of his name in Nicky's voice was Seth's undoing. He swallowed past the lump in his throat and wished away the hard on he knew could be seen in his jeans. Nicky was breathtaking.
"Anytime," Seth replied. He took another step toward the door. He raked Nicky's body with his eyes, confused at the sudden racing of his heart then turned and nearly sprinted down the hallway to his apartment.
His hands shook as pushed his key into the lock. He fumbled with it for several moments before he actually got the door open and rushed inside, slamming the door loudly behind him. Seth leaned back against the door and took a deep breath. It didn't help.
He unbuckled his jeans and pushed them down his thighs until his hard cock bounced free. He ached so much he couldn't keep a moan of need from breaking free of his mouth when he wrapped his hand around himself and started pumping.
He was out of his mind, he had to be. The faster he stroked, the more vivid the picture of Nicky's tight little ass became until he could see the woman bent over in front of him, the nicely curved globes of her ass cheeks too tempting to ignore.
With a loud roar, Seth came. Ropes of pearly white seed spurt out of his cock, covering his hand and the floor below him. In his mind, he shot all over Nicky's ass. Seth slumped back against the door and slowly slid down until he sat on the floor.
Seth cradled his head in his hand. What in the hell was happening to him? He just jerked off to a fantasy of a woman. He was gay. He'd always been gay, since he knew what gay or straight was. He'd never been attracted to a woman. Why this one?
Seth scooted back up the door. He grimaced as he remembered his hand was covered in cum as was the floor. He grabbed a washcloth from the kitchen and cleaned up the floor then headed to the shower.
He needed to do something to get his mind off the tempting ass of the woman down the hallway. He needed to reaffirm to himself that he was a gay man and he knew just the man to help him with that.
The moment Seth stepped out of the shower he wrapped a towel around his waist and made his way to the phone. He knew the number by heart, dialed it, and waited for Ricky to pick up on the other end.
"This is me," Ricky said. "Is this you?"
"Ricky, you're such a smartass." Seth chuckled, feeling more at ease by the moment. "Do you always answer your phone that way?"
"Only for you, love."
Seth rolled his eyes. Ricky was a fruit and not because he was gay. He was just downright nuttier than a bed bug. But, he was also a good friend and former lover. It was just too bad that they couldn't get along in a relationship. The sex was phenomenal.
But more than twenty four hours spent in Ricky's company and Seth was itching to strangle the man. For a few hours in the evening however, and Ricky could show him a good time.
"You hooked up at the moment, Ricky?"
"You know I'm saving myself for you, love."
Ricky chuckled. "Naw, I'm free, man."
"What happened to that banker you were seeing?" Seth asked.
"Married, the asshole."
"Married never stopped you before, Ricky," Seth snickered. It didn't. Rick wasn't too choosey about his bed partners.
"Yeah, but he was married to another guy," Ricky said as if the banker had done something horrific. "I don't much care if married people want to fool around a bit. Even they need to get laid, but fooling around on another guy? That's just wrong."
"Ah hell, Ricky, I didn't know you had scruples."
"Fuck you, man, even I have standards."
Seth chuckled. "Yeah, okay, I get you. Do you still want to go out tonight?"
"Fringe?" Ricky asked, naming one of the gay clubs they liked visiting.
"That's the plan."
"Ooh, I'll get my dancing shoes."
"I'll meet you there at nine, okay?"
"I'll be waiting."
Seth shook his head as he hung up the phone and headed for his dresser. Ricky really was a great guy. Seth liked him a lot. It was just too bad they couldn't stand each other in a long term relationship.
They'd tried, twice. Both times they fought so much that it nearly came to blows. They ended up deciding that they made better friends and occasional hookups than anything serious. It was too rough on their friendship.
Seth pulled a simple t-shirt and grabbed a pair of tight jeans out of his dresser. He tossed them on the bed and went into the bathroom to get ready. Brush his teeth, a comb through his hair, a little cologne, and he was just about ready to go.
He got dressed, grabbed his cell phone and wallet and shoved them in his pocket. Grabbing his keys, Seth went out the door, locking it behind him. As he passed Nicky's door he slowed, hearing soft music coming from inside.
Seth almost knocked on the door but curled his hand into a fist and made himself walk on by. He really had no business being interested in Nicky. He needed to get down to the bar and meet up with Ricky, get his head screwed back on straight.
And maybe just plain out get screwed.

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Stormy Glenn & H.C. Brown

Coming October 25th

Blood Sacrifice by Stormy Glenn

Being a demon isn't always fun. Being a demon summoned to a satanic ritual is downright miserable. Isaac Braden spends most of his time being a rich recluse but every so often he's introduced to someone new when he's summoned… a blood sacrifice. And tonight Jory Daniels has been chosen to be that sacrifice.

In a satanic ritual summoning gone bad, Isaac finds himself eternally bound to Jory. He has to have the man's blood in order to survive. But when Jory wants something in return, can Isaac submit enough to allow it or will his demon nature take over and cause him to lose the best thing that ever happened to him?

Enslaved by H.C.Brown

At midnight on All Hallows Eve, the Gates between the realms are wide open. Good and evil in equal measure seek to slake their desire. Be careful for what you wish for Humans, once the Gates shut, there is no going back.

"Blood Sacrifice" Story Excerpt
Stormy Glenn

Isaac stared at the human hanging from the ceiling hook with a mixture of curiosity and remorse. There were times when he truly hated being a demon. This was definitely one of them.
Being summoned wasn't so bad. He'd been summoned hundreds of times over his long life. It was being summoned and forced to accept the blood sacrifice offered him that he hated so much.
And Isaac could tell from the man's naked form and the blood trailing down his chest, that the man was meant to be a blood sacrifice. He'd heard the summoning words and knew what was about to happen.
The guilt Isaac felt at what he would be forced to do to the unsuspecting man weighed heavily on him, like a pile of rocks in his gut. He had no recourse, no way of refusing. It was the nature of his kind.
Once summoned, if the words were spoken properly, Isaac would be forced to follow them until released to go back to his life. Unfortunately, the memories of what he did while being conjured didn't stay behind. He took every last damn one of them with him when he returned to his life.
As the spell directed, Isaac approached the three men hanging from the ceiling. He sniffed one, then the other, finally coming to stand in front of the man hanging in the middle.
This man intrigued him. His looks were pleasing to Isaac, even in his demon form. Long muscular legs fell almost to the floor, a smooth gleaming chest that Isaac ached to touch, and a groin devoid of hair.
Isaac almost rolled his eyes at the sight of the man's hairless groin. He never understood why spell casters did that. They seemed to think demons preferred it that way. He didn't mind it personally, but it wasn't required to make the spell happen.
Isaac took a deep breath to calm his outrage at what he was being forced to do. He knew he needed to choose one of these men to be his blood sacrifice. His immediate choice would be the man in the middle. Isaac was most drawn to him.
He just didn't want to.
"Choose your blood sacrifice, O Mighty One."
Isaac turned his head slightly to the side and growled. "I know my duty, mortal. Do not think to command me before the bargain is done."
Isaac looked back at the three men hanging from the ceiling. All were gorgeous men. In any other circumstance, Isaac wouldn't have even thought about choosing one of the men. He would have chosen all three. That just wasn't an option at this point.
Just to be sure he made the right choice, Isaac leaned over and sniffed the men that hung on either side of the one he really wanted. One smelled of dirty breath, the other of rotting flesh. Neither suited his needs.
The one in the middle, however, smelled sweet, succulent. Isaac growled low in his throat as he sniffed at the man's neck. He grinned when he felt the man tremble as his breath blew out across his naked skin. Despite the situation they were in, the sexy man was not immune to Isaac. That helped.
I am sorry, little one, Isaac thought to himself as he made his decision. He leaned back and stared into the man's deep green eyes. I wish I could spare you this.

"Blood Sacrifice" Adult Excerpt
Stormy Glenn

"I chose this mortal," Isaac said quickly as he gestured to the man and stepped back. He kept a dispassionate mask on his face as he watched two robed men move forward to release the man from the ropes tied around his wrists.
It was obvious from the small trickle of blood on his skin that the man had struggled greatly in his bonds. A part of Isaac wanted to lift the man's arm and lick the blood from his wrist. Another part wanted to rip apart the people that marred such perfect skin. Isaac had to clench his fists to keep from doing either.
Isaac watched as the man chosen was escorted to the dais, his legs barely able to hold him up. Isaac stayed standing in the sacred circle as the man was lifted onto the altar and then his hands were tied over his head, his ankles secured at the other end. He would be able to bend his knees but he wouldn't be able to move from the altar.
Isaac barely kept from wincing when a dark red liquid was forced down the man's throat. Isaac could see his fighting spirit as the man struggled against his bonds. A long wail ended any defiance he would have given and the man was suddenly no longer trying to get away but crying out in agony.
Isaac knew the fiery liquid was burning its way through the man's body, saturating his very essence with a need to be fucked that was so great, it would consume him until his hunger was assuaged. And only by Isaac fucking him, cementing the covenant, could relief come to the man.
It was the nature of the beast, or the nature of those wanting to command the beast. Isaac needed a willing sacrifice in order to complete the deal. With the unholy potion flowing through the man's bound body, he was not only willing but begging.
Isaac could feel his body responding to the man even as he stepped over to stand at the end of the altar. His cock, already semi hard from just smelling him, hardened to steel as he gazed down at the sacrifice laid out before him. The man was simply breathtaking.
The man's skin glimmered in the dim candlelight filling the room. The flush of arousal made his tanned body look almost golden. Isaac ached to touch him, to stroke his hands down the man's oil rubbed chest.
He was even more captivated by the hard cock jutting up from the man's shaven groin. It too had been rubbed with oil but that didn't take away from the sweet sight of pre-cum pooling on the nicely mushroom head. It was all Isaac could do to keep himself from bending over and licking those little drops of ambrosia away with his tongue.
Under normal circumstances, he would have done just that but this situation was in no way normal. With the summoning of his demon form, Isaac would be unable to keep himself from taking the man no matter if he wanted to or not. That too, was the nature of the beast.
As the rules dictating summoning a demon stated, once a blood sacrifice was offered in exchange for the power to command said demon, a demon must complete the ritual by accepting the sacrifice chosen. Once the ritual started, both the demon and the sacrifice would die if it wasn't completed.
And the ritual started the moment the high priest started chanting the words to summon Isaac. He had no choice now. He either fucked the man tied down to the altar or they both died. And as much as he didn't mind having sex with the guy, he wished they were back at his house where they could get to know each other.
Isaac wouldn't be allowed to take his time and enjoy the man. His task was to simply join their bodies together until such time as he filled the man's body with his seed. At the same time, he would drink the man's blood, his essence, as the ritual words stated.
Once that happened, when Isaac's demon form was satisfied and the blood oath was spoken, binding Isaac to do as the high priest commanded until he was released, which was usually a twenty four hour period.
Isaac just hoped it would be a short amount of time, his required task simple. Black satanic rituals usually meant he was bound to follow the commands of someone despicable, even evil. Nothing good ever came from that.
The few times he'd been summoned by white magic witches, his tasks had been simple and not something he had much issue with, helping move something large, protecting someone, stuff like that. Once, he was even summoned to sexually service the practitioner. That had been an interesting night.
It was when he was summoned by practitioners of black magic that Isaac's skin crawled. They usually wanted him to steal something or kill someone. It was always self serving and evil.
If Isaac had his way, the only people he would be killing were the ones that commanded him to do something he would never do if he had the choice. They deserved what they got as far as he was concerned.
Isaac smoothed his large clawed hands up the man's trembling thighs until he reached the juncture of his thighs. He knew all those watching expected him to just rip into the man, maybe tearing him apart. They liked to see the blood sacrifice scream in agony, the louder the better. It aroused many worshipers.
Isaac leaned over the man enough that he could look down into his eyes. He tried to convey his regret at what he was about to do as he stroked one clawed finger over the man's throat.
Isaac hoped to those watching that it looked as if he might be rubbing the skin where he would bite the man and drink his blood. While that was true, Isaac also wanted to calm the man. He could feel his heart rate pounding beneath his fingerstips.
When the sacrifice moaned loudly and arched into his touch, Isaac knew he had hardly any control left to keep himself from taking the man. His demon form was taking over, clouding his better judgment. Soon, he would be so far gone he would think of nothing but fucking the man. Nothing would stop him.
I'm sorry, little one, he whispered in his head again, wishing the man could hear him. I wish I didn't have to do this.
I understand, Issachar, the man whispered right back, shocking Isaac not only by speaking back to him mentally but by speaking Isaac's true name. Do what you must. You know we will both die if you don't.
You can hear me, sacrifice? Isaac was stunned, and delighted. He'd never had a sacrifice do more than scream and tremble in fear when they saw him. None of them ever talked to him before.
Yes. Pale green eyes filled with lust blinked up at Isaac. And the name is Jory.
You know what is happening here, Jory?
I am to be your blood sacrifice.
Isaac frowned. How do you know this?
My grandmother is a witch. I've seen a summoning before.
And you're not afraid?
Truthfully, I'm scared out of my mind. Jory shuddered. As I said, I've seen a summoning before but never one quite like this. My grandmother is a white witch. She doesn't deal in dark magic. I don't really know what is going to happen.
Your body has to accept my seed as I drink your blood.
So, you're going to fuck me, sounds simple enough.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010


Assassin's Pride #1
Coming November 20th

Being in the wrong place at the wrong time is not always a bad thing…
Noah Anderson is odd and he knows it. He has a strong obsessive compulsive disorder that keeps him organized but distances him from the world around him. He doesn't have any friends, family, or even a lover. He's never had a lover.

When he finds himself in the wrong place at the right time, Noah discovers that the dangers posed by having sex for the first time pale in comparison to having sex with the assassin that comes to kill him, even if it means his life.

Gage Tynan is a killer. It's what he's always been. And he excelled at his job until he jumped into the car of a passing motorist when his latest mission goes wrong. The man driving is so odd that Gage suspects he might have been sent to harm him. Gage has no idea that the little man that asks him to take his cat will change his life in ways he has no clue of.

Gage is dragged into a world of shifters and exiled kings, one where his strength will be called upon to keep Noah safe from the pride soldiers sent to keep him from taking the throne.
M/M, Paranormal, Shifter, Erotic Romance


"Drive!" the dark haired man growled as he jumped into Noah's car. Noah stared. He didn't know this man. He'd like to know this man. He smelled wonderful. But Noah didn't know this man.
"Excuse me?"
"Are you fucking deaf?" the man shouted as he pounded on the dashboard. He kept looking over his shoulder to the rear window as if he were searching for something. "I said drive."
Noah blinked in confusion, still staring. "Do I know you?" He had to ask. It wasn't like his memory of people was that good. He forgot he met people all the time. Maybe he did know this guy and he just forgot. It wouldn't be the first time.
"Drive, damn it."
"Where to?" Noah asked curiously, still feeling a little bewildered as to why some stranger was sitting in his car. Things like this just didn't happen to him. They happened to other people. They happened on TV. They happened in the books Noah read. They didn't happen to him.
"I don't care, just drive."
Noah blinked again before turning to put the car into drive. He started to leave the parking spot he was in when he noticed the man wasn't wearing his seatbelt. Noah pressed on the brake and turned back to the man.
"Could you put your seatbelt on please?"
The man looked shocked by Noah's words, his dark eyebrows shooting up nearly to his hairline, and Noah didn't understand that. It seemed like a perfectly reasonable request to him. It was illegal to ride in car without a seatbelt. Everyone knew that. Besides, it was dangerous.
"Please put on your seatbelt."
"You're not serious."
"I wouldn't have said it if I wasn't serious," Noah explained carefully in case the man didn't understand his words. Maybe he didn't understand English? "It's illegal to ride in a vehicle without a seatbelt on. Its state law and I do not want a ticket."
The man gave Noah a peculiar look then reached back and grabbed his seatbelt, pulling it around his body and clicking it into place. "Happy?" he asked, one eyebrow cocked.
"Yes, thank you." Noah started driving again, checking the speedometer to insure he was driving the proper speed limit, then looked both ways to see if there was any oncoming traffic. "Where can I drive you, Mr… uh…"
"Tynan, Gage Tynan."
Noah nodded. "It's very nice to meet you, Mr. Tynan. My name is Noah Andrews."
"Uh, yeah, it's nice to meet you too but call me Gage."
Noah glanced over at the man, curious as to why he seemed so puzzled by being introduced. It was polite to introduce yourself when you met someone for the first time. Noah's mother taught him that.
"Where can I take you, Gage?"
"Can you drive any faster?"
"Of course not," Noah said, shaking his head. He wanted to laugh at the silly man but even he knew that wouldn't have been polite. "The speed limit is only 35 here. It is a business district, after all."
"Are you daft?"
"Daft?" Noah glanced over just in time to see Gage roll his eyes. Noah's eyebrows drew together as he frowned, looking back out the front window. He got the distinct feeling that Gage was making fun of him. He got that feeling a lot.
Maybe that was one of the reasons he didn't like being around a lot of people. They always seemed to think he was odd or weird, or whatever else they wanted to call him. Noah didn't fit in. "I am not daft, Mr. Tynan," Noah said after taking a deep controlled breath. It wouldn't do to let Gage know how much his words rankled."I would be happy to take you wherever you want to go but you need to give me a destination."
Gage sighed deeply. "Just drop me off a few blocks from here."
There was a small part of Noah that was disappointed but he understood. Most people didn't want to stick around him after spending any amount of time in his company. Noah was used to it.
Still, there was something compelling about the strange man that drew Noah to him. Maybe that alone was reason enough for Noah to drop Gage off at the first opportunity. He didn't need to get involved with anyone.
Noah hummed softly to himself as he drove a few blocks then pulled over into a small minimart marking lot and put the car into park. He rested his hands on the steering wheel as he turned to look at Gage.
"Will this do, Mr. Tynan?"
Gage looked around then nodded as he reached for the door handle. "Yeah, this will do fine. Thanks for the lift."
"You're very welcome." Noah barely got the words out before Gage was out of the car, slamming the door behind him. Noah watched Gage walk away. He felt a well of disappointment again as Gage disappeared into the night.
It took all of his well honed control not to call Gage back and offer to take the man wherever he wanted to go, and maybe offer to go with him. Noah was lonely and Gage was the first person in a long time that he felt drawn to.
Noah just knew the futility of wanting something he couldn't have. It was better if he just went home and forgot all about Gage Tynan. Nothing good could come of their association. Experience taught Noah that.

"Please," Noah begged, which just added to the delight Gage took in the man's body. Not only did he like small delicate men, he liked small delicate submissive men. This time it was Gage who shuddered.
"I don't suppose you have any lube, do you?" Gage asked as he tilted his head back to look down into Noah's face.
"Lube, slick, something to make things easier on you when I fuck you?"
When Noah just stared up at him, looking confused and dazed, Gage decided to take things into his own hands, so to speak. He looked around the shower until his eyes settled on a bottle of body wash. He popped the lid and poured some on his fingers before putting the bottle back on the little shelf.
Reaching down behind Noah, Gage pushed his lubed fingers back between the man's ass cheeks. A soft gasp fell from Noah's lips when Gage pressed his finger against the man's tight hole. Gage grinned and stroked the small bit of puckered flesh for several moments before he felt it loosen up enough to push one finger inside.
Damn, he liked them like this. Noah was tight, eager, and begging to be filled. And Gage was just the man to do it. He thrust his finger into Noah's ass then slowly pulled it out before thrusting it in again.
Noah fairly came apart in his arms when he added a second finger. The man's body trembled. Small moans fell from his lips. His skin was flushed with desire. Well, at least Gage hoped it was desire. If the hard cock leaking against his leg was anything to go by, Noah was in heaven.
"Do you like that, baby?"
Noah nodded vigorously.
"Do you want another one?" Gage asked as he thrust his two fingers in and out of Noah's ass. The man had a tight grip on Gage's fingers, almost as if he didn't want to let them go. Gage had a harder time pulling them out than he did pushing them in.
When Gage pressed a third finger into the group and thrust them into Noah's snug opening, Noah's entire body went taut. Noah cried out as hot liquid splashed against Gage's leg.
Gage looked down at Noah, shocked that the man had come from so little stimulation. Gage hadn't even touched Noah's cock. He guest he shouldn't be too surprised. Noah was a virgin. Didn't mean he wasn't going to fuck him, though.
Gage pulled his fingers from Noah's ass and grabbed for the bottle of lube again. He poured some more into the palm of his hand and set the bottle back on the shelf. Reaching between him and Noah, Gage rubbed the body wash over his cock until he was nice and slick.
"Legs around my waist, Noah," Gage said as he easily lifted the man up by his butt. Noah's legs immediately wrapped around his waist. Gage grunted as Noah's legs tightened around him in a vice grip. Despite all appearances to the contrary, Noah was a strong little twink.
Gage stepped forward and pushed Noah up against the shower stall wall. He lifted the man enough to wiggle his cock into place at the entrance to the man's tight ass then slowly lowered Noah's body down until he felt himself bottom out.
Looking at Noah, Gage wondered if the man was even breathing. His eyes were as big as saucers, his mouth hung open as small pants fell from his lips. Noah looked dazed but Gage could see no signs of pain in his face.
"Are you ready, baby?"
Noah nodded but he didn't stop panting. Gage didn't know if Noah even knew what was about to take place. He had no clue how much experience the man might have beyond being a virgin. But Noah was about to find out.
Gage pulled his hips back, feeling his cock slowly withdraw from the tight grip Noah's body had on him then thrust forward. Noah's eyes widened and his panting increased. Gage could feel the man's cock start to harden again as it pressed between them.
Hooking his arms under Noah's legs, he let the man slide down the wall just a bit then started pounding into him with no warning. Noah's hand dug into Gage's shoulders. Gage knew he'd have fingernail marks in the morning. He didn't care. The hot silk enveloping his cock every time he moved seemed so much more important right at the moment.
Noah's body seemed to meet Gage's every thrust almost as if it welcomed him in. The harder he thrust, the deeper he could go and the tighter the grip around his cock. Gage couldn't remember ever feeling anything like it.
Soft mewling noises started coming from Noah. The sound, unlike a moan or groan that Gage would have expected, seemed to spur him on. Every time Noah mewled, Gage felt the need to be deep inside the man, as if he would miss something if he wasn't.
Gage gripped Noah's hips and held them stationary as he thrust harder, pounding his cock into Noah's virgin hole. His whole world narrowed down to the body pressed between him and the wall.
He didn't even protest when Noah leaned forward and started licking his neck, even if Noah's tongue felt kind of rough, like sandpaper, even if the man nipped at him. Each caress just seemed to arouse Gage more.
"Fuck, Noah, you were made for sex," Gage groaned as he felt his cock start to swell. His balls were rock hard against his body and he knew he was only seconds away from spilling his load.
Despite every rule he'd ever been taught about leaving no evidence behind while on a mission, Gage couldn't prevent himself from turning his head and biting into the soft skin of Noah's neck as his orgasm exploded over him.
He thrust once, twice, then three times, the last time shoving his cock as far into Noah's ass as he could go. A long shudder shook Gage's body as he felt the head of his cock throb and expand, seed spurting from him to fill Noah.
He distantly heard Noah cry out and the space between them filled with hot liquid. Noah's inner muscles gripped Gage's cock in a vice grip, dragging his orgasm out for so long that Gage tasted blood in his mouth before he realized he had broken the man's skin with his enthusiasm.
Gage panted heavily as his orgasm slowly started to subside. He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the shower wall behind Noah's head, wondering how in the world he was going to kill a man that just gave him the best fuck of his life.